Clap Hands Lyrics - Rain Dogs - Tom Waits

Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame 

a cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame 

hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain 

clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands 

said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar 

son of a bitch is never coming back here no more 

the moon in the window and a bird on the pole 

we can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal 

clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands 

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said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams 

going up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans 

a fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat 

and nobody's sure where mr. knickerbocker's at 

roar, roar, the thunder and the roar 

son of a bitch is never coming back here no more 

moon in the window and a bird on the pole 

can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal 

clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands 

i said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams 

going up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans 

a fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat 

and nobody's sure where mr. knickerbocker's at 

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shine, shine, a roosevelt dime 

all the way to baltimore and running out of time 

salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole 

they all went to heaven in a little row boat 

clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands 

clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands 

clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands